She undressed, with a sigh, and reclined,
Not enthused, just relaxed and resigned.
When she thought he was done,
He said “Gosh! That was fun!
Can I do it again, from behind!”
Signs of the times
Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
On tenterhooks
Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Keeping warm in a cold climate
Scandinavian girls, Danes and Swedes,
Stroll about wearing just smiles and beads,
Unselfconsciously nude,
Drinking wine, cooking food,
Fucking too; all a man’s basic needs!
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
Law abiding citizen
She was pretty as hell, though flat-chested.
“You old enough, baby?” he jested.
“It all up to you,
But I don’t want to do
Anything that might get me arrested!”
Lowest common denominator
Fish, birds, reptiles have things called cloacas,
To shit, piss and fuck! Any takers?
One all-purpose hole!
Do they think? Have a soul?
Do you think they give thanks to their makers?
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
TKO
Firm of flesh, strong of will, round of vowel;
No man’s cock would enter her bowel!
She argued at length,
Fought with all of her strength,
But, alas, had to throw in the towel.
Darwinism at work
The foreplay a sharp peck or a growl;
Such is life, for the beast and the fowl!
Rutting, being in season,
Just instinct! Love? Reason?
Wham! Bam! And a screech or a howl!